Your wedding was a blast
You called it off at last
For the fith time you’re goin’ to the French Alps

Your best man was in drag
He was getting off on Maggie
She told him she was busy with me

And now you left us here
It all feels kinda queer
You go and take it all, universe is yours

You finally found me home
You called me on my phone
To ask about your seventies dilemma

You were married and divorced
You had been to see some whores
Now there’s no place in their hearts for you no more

I’m goin’over there
Don’t think it’s anything but fair
We’ll go and take it all, universe is ours